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MLQC - About that night

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Helios x Reader x Shaw

Rating: Explicit NSFW

Warnings: Talk of infidelity; Alcohol consumption; Threesome; Vaginal fingering; Vaginal intercourse; Oral sex; Multiple orgasms;

Word count: 5146

Notes: For the user that pointed out the link was dead because the co-writer is deactivated! This was originally posted in 2020? 2021? Anyway, enjoy!

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New Year's Eve.

I had just broken up with my longtime boyfriend, and my two best friends promised me a night that would make me forget he ever existed. Reluctantly, I agreed to let them whisk me away to a party at a local hotel bar, complete with a suite rental so we didn't have to worry about driving home after consuming an obscene number of drinks. I had no idea what to expect, but I can tell you this: it sure as hell wasn’t what ended up happening to me that night. Allow me to elaborate, if you will...

“Ya know, he was a loser, anyway,” Willow slurred, leaning drunkenly against my shoulder after gulping down the rest of her drink. “You were too good for him. And you. Deserve. Better.” She punctuated each of those last three words with an index finger poked against my cheek, falling into giggles at her own ridiculous antics.

“I know, I know.” I studied what was left of my own drink, tracing my fingers absently around the rim. She’s right, I thought. But it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Chad. Stupid, lying, cheating bastard that he was. He denied everything when I confronted him, thrusting his phone in his face to show him I had proof of his infidelity in text form.

“Who is Lauren, Chad? And why the hell is she calling you ‘babe’?”

“I can explain! Please, I-”

I threw his phone at him, shaking my head. “Don’t bother. Kiki already saw you together two days ago. This just confirms it.” My vision blurred with hot, angry tears, but I refused to let him see me cry. “Merry Christmas to me, yeah?”

It was the beginning of our end. Christmas Eve, and there I was, kicking my boyfriend out of our shared apartment while he begged me to let him stay.

“It’s Christmas, for God's sake! What kind of sadist are you, anyway? Where am I supposed to go?”

I was furious. I didn’t give a damn where he went, as long as it was away from me. My cheeks were blazing, the tears spilling freely now as I threw his belongings into a black trash bag. “Why don’t you go stay with Lauren? I’m sure she’ll be happy to take you in.” I paused, then added, more to myself than to Chad, “I’m sure she already has more than a few times, anyway.”

“Yeah? Well fuck him,” Willow spat, slouching over her empty glass.

Kiki nodded in agreement, looking like she was about to pass out, eyes blinking slowly, a tired, blissful smile plastered on her face. “Yeah….fuck ‘em.”

“Excuse me, ladies. Who are we fucking?” An attractive male voice cut through the din of music and conversation around us. He sounded young. He sounded hot. The three of us shared a look, then fell into giddy giggles. I turned around to answer and was met with a pair of eyes so intense, their golden hue cut so purely through the relative darkness of the venue. I couldn’t be sure, but his hair looked to be dyed a pale lavender color- whether on purpose or a remnant of a botched dye job, I didn’t know. And quite frankly, I didn’t care at that moment.

He took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled, his chuckle coming out in visible puffs of smoke as he studied the three of us, probably looking positively ridiculous after a few hours of drinking and dancing.

“Whoever he is, he’s a lucky man.” His eyes lingered on me, and for a moment I thought I recognized him. He reminded me of someone I had known in high school. I think it was those eyes…

Willow kicked me in the shin and looked up at him, her tone teasing, mischievous. “We were just talking about an ex boyfriend. Total douchebag. Old news.” She lifted her glass, the remaining slivers of ice and watered-down rum nearly sloshing out over the side. “To New Year’s Eve. To new beginnings!” She went to take a swig and realized there was nothing left worth drinking. “Hey, you should buy us another round, misterrrr…?”

“Shaw. The name’s Shaw.” He smirked, taking a step closer to us, his eyes never leaving my face. I felt myself growing even hotter, his intense stare causing me to feel a tad uncomfortable, but...incredibly turned on at the same time. “What’s in it for me if I do?”

Willow opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by Kiki, springing upright in her seat and slapping the bar with her hands. “Guysss that hot weekend band is here!”

“Weekend band?” I asked, briefly looking from Shaw to her and back. His smirk widened into an amused grin.

“They’ve played the bar near my place a few times. On the weekends. The singer is suuuuper hot.”

Can’t be any hotter than what’s right in front of us.

“Does the band have a name, Kiki?” I asked.

She looked at me, incredulous, her eyes swinging to where the band was almost set up, ready to play. “Um, does it really matter when that is center stage?’

I looked toward the commotion on the stage where the emcee was handing the mic off. He was a vision. Perfection. Distressed jeans, a black shirt that hung open halfway down his chest, sleeveless to showcase the tattoos that ran down one arm. The light reflecting off his white hair was blinding. A guitar hung across his back, the body shaped like a gun. The singer turned, eyes sweeping the crowd.

Course I’d been wrong before…

I turned back to Shaw, giving him a head to toe sweep of my gaze, trying to look as seductive as possible. I reached out and traced my finger down his abdomen, my breath catching at how firm and warm his muscles felt under my touch. “So, about the next round. What is it you want?”

He leaned over the back of my chair, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I felt his teeth on the cusp of my ear; teasing, exhilarating. My inhibitions lowered dramatically by the alcohol, I turned my chair around to look him square in the eye; my hand locked around his wrist as his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh.

“You didn’t ask for permission to touch me.” He dipped his head, locks of his hair falling into his eyes as he chuckled. Kiki and Willow watched us without saying a word, holding back their squeals of delight.

“You touched me first. Besides, you were practically begging me to touch you.” I scoffed, my pulse pounding in my ears, heat pooling in my gut. He called my bluff, but I wanted to keep the banter alive. This was flirty.

Hot.

Fun.

Dangerous.

“You’re sexy. Your boyfriend is an idiot,” he said, leaning in close.

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore, Shaw. And you know what else is sexy?” I licked my lips and watched his mouth fall open. “Consent.”

He hummed, his lips so close to mine that I could feel the vibration, the pungent smell of tobacco and hard liquor on his breath. “Can I kiss you, then?” His question was met with my mouth crashing against his, hands rising to fist into the collar of his shirt, pulling him as close to me as I possibly could. It was reckless. It was wild. But I threw all caution to the wind, hearing my best friends screech beside me as I made out with this perfect stranger like it was my job.

He was first to break the kiss, pulling away, to suck in a breath. Just as he did, the lead guitarist of the band struck his first chord, letting it ring out over the crowd. People cheered and whistled, and stage lights cast a hazy glow all around. The singer stepped forward and grabbed the mic stand, leaning forward slightly to speak as he centered himself under the spotlight.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?” The crowd cheered again, and a woman somewhere behind us screamed, “WE LOVE YOU, HELIOS!” He must have heard her, because he smirked playfully and pointed in her direction. “Love you, too.” The drummer kicked them into gear; soon the whole place was pulsing with driving bass, drums, electric guitar, and the edgy, gritty, soulful rasp of Helios's voice. Kiki had dragged Willow into the crowd, and I spotted them easily, their bodies writhing to the music. I felt Shaw’s hand on my shoulder, hot and insistent with some unspoken desire, and I looked up at him, brow arched.

“Need something?” I asked.

“Yeah…” he began, leaning in to pin my bottom lip between his teeth, releasing it with a pop. “You. On me. Let’s dance.” Before I could protest, he was pulling me into the crowd, grinding his hips on mine to the beat. He had rhythm- I gave him that. He also oozed confidence and sex appeal, snaking an arm around my waist, letting his fingers trace circles on my backside as he bent to taste my neck, my jaw, and finally kiss me full on my lips again, hungry and wanting. I felt like he was searching for some deep, lost part of me that had been buried long ago. He kissed me like he had nothing to lose, and I kissed him back with the same fervor, my intense need growing with each flick of his tongue across mine. Maybe it was my messy breakup a week ago. Maybe it was some primal need to be devoured that he had awakened in me, but there with him, his body pressed urgently against mine amidst the other bodies around us, coherent thoughts clouded by lust and alcohol, I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. It was beyond want at this point. It was an unequivocal need. I needed to forget...what’s his face? My ex-boyfriend’s name was just a fleeting thought when I felt the unmistakable push of Shaw’s bulge against my core, ready and eager to be driven inside me in some dark, secluded corner.

Or, right there on the dance floor. I was so turned on at that point, I didn’t care who saw it.

I rode his thigh, grinding myself against his jeans, the friction almost enough to make me come right then and there. I dug my nails into his triceps, pulling him against me. His forehead rested against mine for a moment before he turned to speak, lips fluttering against my ear, “You got a room here tonight?” I nodded, tucking my bottom lip under my teeth while I tried to read the expression on his face. “Well?”

“Well, what?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“You gonna invite me up, or what?” The nerve of this guy! I mean, I was every bit the drunk, loose woman that night. It was stupid, really. I was playing with fire and just asking to get burned, but I didn't care. I was hurt, horny, and looking for a fling, and the heavens had heard my cry and sent me Shaw.

I was a tigress, hunting her prey.

And I had him cornered, ready to pounce.

But I wasn't done teasing him just yet.

"That remains to be seen," I whispered against his ear, licking the cusp for good measure and secretly thrilling in the buck of his hips. I looked up and saw how close to the stage we had migrated, then locked eyes with Helios as he sang the chorus of the last song of the night. I hadn't realized how long Shaw and I had been dancing, but it must've been for the better part of an hour, off and on. Even in the poor lighting and haze of smoke, I could see his eyes: ocean blue, haughty, cold. He didn't smile when our eyes met, but he stared. Long and hard, like the cock I imagined he was packing in those ripped jeans. Jesus, get a grip, I told myself. Shaw seemed to sense my hesitation, because he suddenly grabbed me behind the knees and lifted me, hooking my legs around his waist. I squealed and locked my arms around his neck as he spun me away from Helios, who watched as Shaw nuzzled my breasts with his nose, playfully nipping at the exposed skin at the deep v-neck of my shirt.

"Focus, baby. I'm all yours." The way Helios watched us stirred my longing for him even more, and I was struck with an idea so filthy, so completely sinful that I was surprised I wasn't knocked dead right then and there and set into the pits of Hell.

I wanted both of them. Together. The three of us, engaged in carnal, lascivious, sleazy, lecherous, immoral activities that I had only ever read or fantasized about.

"I want him, too."

Shaw stared at me, incredulous. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me. I. Want. Him. Too." To further entice him, I flattened my tongue against his Adam's apple and licked the rough path to his chin, nipping at his bottom lip with a snarl and a low growl.

"Easy there, tiger. Let me see what I can do." He surprised me by taking strides toward Helios, who was talking with a couple of fans. Setting me down, he patted me on top of my head, told me to 'stay there like a good girl', and promptly hoisted himself onto the stage where he began unplugging equipment and winding up cords. He's one of their tech guys, I realized then. It hadn't dawned on me until then that he was alone when he approached Kiki, Willow, and I. No friends, no girlfriend or even a date with him. Just Shaw and his brazen self, swaggering up to us like he knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.

As he was expertly looping one of the amplifier cords over his shoulder, he sidled up behind Helios and said something, looking at me the entire time. Helios turned and looked at me, something akin to a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, though his eyes remained cold. They shared a laugh then, with Helios watching my face for a reaction. I refused to give him much, but my heart was racing along at such a frantic pace I could barely breathe. And when he stepped off the stage and met me face to face, my soul left my body and I was promptly sent into overdrive. My pussy was throbbing so hard that it hurt.

"Shaw tells me you're looking for a little fun." He reached out, brushing damp hair away from my face before trailing rough fingertips down my jaw. The girls he’d been talking to stared daggers as he slowly circled, humming appraisal as he went. He stopped behind me, hands around my waist sliding down to squeeze my ass through my jeans before stepping up and asking quietly, “you sure you can handle both of us?”

I swallowed, the heat rolling off his body like standing under the summer sun. “Yeah, pretty sure I can take it.” Need. Want. Will. He circled back to facing me, a sinful grin on his face. He leaned down and I popped up on my toes, meeting his lips halfway. He was softer than Shaw, lips moving slowly against mine with agonizing tenderness. I was aching for more, and I was determined to get it. I bit his lip before sucking his tongue in my mouth, tilting my head in a silent request. He obliged, teeth and tongue leaving me a whimpering mess before you pulled away.

“Well then, if that’s how you want to play it.” Soft lighting reflected in his gaze like a burst of gold. And when his eyes fell to my heaving breasts-and lower, to where my core pulsed-I knew that I was in trouble.

Nope. There was no walking away from this one now.

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Clothes littered the floor from the door to the king size bed. Helios was the first to crawl onto the mattress, apparently not feeling any shame in sprawling himself out naked. He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me flush against his chest. His erection felt like a brand against my back. He reached around, kneading my breasts before running his hands down, ghosting over my thighs and grabbing under my knees, opening my legs to Shaw who watched intensely.

“I suppooose,” Helios’s voice was a sing-song tease in my ear as his fingers trailed up my inner thighs. “Since I’m the guest, I could let you go first.” He was looking at Shaw as he licked a line down my neck, calloused fingertips teasing my wet slit.

Shaw stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself languidly, amber eyes watching every flick of those fingers across my skin. My head was spinning from the alcohol I had consumed, and I allowed myself to fall backward onto Helios’s broad, tattooed shoulder, opening my mouth as I moaned, taking in the vision before me. It was as much a show for him as it was for Helios, whose fingers worked themselves inside further at the sound of my cry.

“But I wouldn’t mind helping, if that’s okay.” Helios’s teeth skimmed my shoulder and he waited for an affirmative nod from Shaw.

“As long as we’re all in agreement, I’m down for whatever.” He took a step toward us and climbed onto the bed, that perpetual sneer now inches away from my own, hungry mouth. I pitched forward, eager for another taste of his lips, but he drew back with a click of his tongue.

What a goddamn tease.

“Easy now. We’ve got all night.”

Helios’s lips tickled my jaw and with a smirk I turned my head, kissing him instead. He wasted no time, tongue curling in my mouth the way his fingers curled to find my g-spot. I moaned and bucked my hips, brushing against Shaw’s jutting cock.

“Well, that’s just rude.”

“Play bitch games…” I whispered breathlessly. Helios chuckled.

“Win bitch prizes?” His wintry eyes met Shaw’s as he finished the sentiment.

“Now, now, there’s only enough room in here for one smart ass and that would be me.” Shaw reached out and pinched my stiff nipples, making me squirm. His touch softened, tickling and fondling my breasts before moving down to trace circular patterns on my belly. Helios seized my lips again, a slow expedition, barely affording me the chance to breathe.

Between the two of them I felt like a paper boat tossed in the ocean, pitching on the waves before starting to sink beneath the surface. I wondered idly if the noises Helios made was due to how my slick walls are starting to clamp down on his fingers. Shaw dipped his head, tongue lapping torturously at my nipples. “Gentlemen!” I finally gasped, breathless. “We may have all night, but if someone doesn’t fuck me now I’m going to lose it!”

Helios could barely contain his amusement. “You heard the lady.” He pushed his fingers deep, grinding his palm against my clit. Shaw crawled away, fumbled through the haphazard string of clothes for his jeans, produced a condom from his back pocket, and rolled it expertly down his intimidating length. In my drunken arousal, I hadn’t really looked closely at his cock until now; his girth was impressive, and sucked in a breath as Helios continued his ministrations, preparing me for the experience at hand.

“You ready for this, baby?” Shaw knelt in front of me, grabbing roughly at my hips and slotting his eager mouth against mine. Much to my chagrin, Helios withdrew his fingers, teeth and tongue tracing a path down the sensitive flesh of my back. His hands then traveled up my spine, vertebra by vertebra, as if he were memorizing the bumps and dips on the path to my neck. Then, gathering my hair at the nape of my neck, his other hand sliding around to rest at my throat, he squeezed- just enough to thrill and terrify me at the same time. He lifted my chin and sucked hard on my shoulder, meeting Shaw’s eyes with a subtle nod, as if to urge him on. Shaw lined himself up against my throbbing, aching sex. In a suddenly tender moment, he pushed my hair away from my face, cupping my cheek in his palm. "Be gentle with me. It's my first time," he cooed, the corner of his mouth lifting into that signature smirk.

“I refuse to believe any of this is a first for you~” my reply trailed off to a loud moan as he pushed his cock inside me, Helios’s fingers tightening ever so slightly around my neck. They’ve definitely done this before. I briefly considered asking them if they were keeping track of all the roadies they had fucked together, but Shaw’s thickness stretching me in all the right ways left me without a second to even think straight. God, he felt good.

Helios kept a tight grip on my hips as Shaw found his rhythm, coaxing me on in his breathy rasp. “That’s it, baby. You like it when I hold you up for him to fuck you?” I could only moan an affirmation, the room beginning to grow hazy as I felt my release coming quicker than I wanted. His arms slid upward, hands locking onto my breasts to pull me tighter against his chest. I leaned against his shoulder again and hooked an arm around the back of his neck, where I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked, drawing a low growl from him. “Easy, killer. You gotta be careful doing things like that, or I might not let Shaw finish." He threw a look at Shaw, who-of course-laughed, the sound leaving his throat in staggered pants. A delicious, ruddy glow spread over his cheeks, a sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned skin. I pressed my palm to his cheek and hooked my other arm around his neck, pushing him flush against my own sweat-slick chest. His tongue caught one of my overstimulated nipples and teased pebbled flesh; then he sucked it into his mouth, effectively sending me over the edge. My pussy clamped down around him and he slowed his pace, obviously enjoying the sensation. I was vaguely aware of his breath on my ear, of a bead of sweat rolling down between my breasts and mingling with that of Shaw's skin.

"Yeah, baby girl. Ride it out. God, you feel good, squeezing my cock. Unh…" Our ragged breathing mingled with the throaty grunts of Helios behind me.

"Fuck. You don't mess around, do you?" Helios marveled, sweeping my damp hair away to lick the column of my neck once more, sending shockwaves throughout my already spent body. I searched for the words to retort, but I had none. I hadn’t meant to come so fast. I wanted to ride the wave, to feel Shaw working inside me for longer than those first few minutes, but I had been so painfully aroused before we started that I just couldn’t take anymore. His release came soon after mine began, his cock pulsing against my walls while his hips bucked uncontrollably against mine. I went limp against Helios’s firm chest and whimpered, quaking with pleasure, having lost any and all control over the movements of my body.

Helios’s patience was strung thin. Watching, feeling me writhe against him as I came on Shaw’s cock was torture in its purest form. Shaw rolled to the side, taking me with him, and Helios slid to the floor. He picked his jeans up at the foot of the bed and pulled a string of three condoms out of the back pocket, tearing one off and tossing the others.

“Show off.” Shaw mumbled, grinning as he cradled my face in his hands and kissed me.

“Jealous.” Helios replied, tongue flashing between his lips in a childish display. “Now if the opener is finished he should make way for the main act.”

“Is it too late for me to apologize for him?” Shaw said with a laugh. I felt empty as he pulled away. Helios sauntered back, grabbing my ankles and chuckling when I squealed as he dragged me to the edge of the bed. He leaned over and kissed me, lapping a hungry line down my throat and between my breasts. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath the lower he went until his tongue passed over my clit and plunged into my overly sensitive pussy, making me exhale in a head-spinning groan. He braced my feet against his shoulders before grabbing my thighs, holding me in place as he pressed his mouth against me, pushing his tongue as deep as it could go. I reached down, twisting my fingers in soft white hair. My throat felt dry no matter how many times I swallowed, unaware of how loudly I was moaning. Letting my hands do the work of guiding him, Helios ripped the foil and rolled the condom down his throbbing shaft before reaching up and sliding two fingers inside me. My pussy clenched, his tongue swirling around my clit as he rubbed my g-spot. I didn’t think it was possible for me to come again so quickly, but I could feel my muscles tensing as the wave built low in my belly. Charles...Carl...what’s-his-name had never pulled this off.

“I...I’m gonna...gonna come-!” I wailed, bright spots flashing in my eyes, a small gush of fluid wetting the bed beneath me. I didn’t even notice Helios pop to his feet, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth as he lined himself up and filled me with one smooth thrust. My thighs snapped against his hips and my mouth fell open noiselessly.

“Ssshhit!” He hissed, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs. I was still coming, my pussy fluttering around his cock. “You feel so good.” He fucked me deep and hard, using his grip on my legs to add leverage to every thrust. My vision swam, I couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of his cock driving into me over and over.

“You didn’t forget about me, did you?” Shaw’s voice was soft and I jerked as his hands slid under my shoulders, hoisting me up so he could hold me against his chest. His hands skated over my body, one hand pressing against my mound, the fingers of the other coming up to trace my lips. I numbly parted them, sucking on his fingers as they slipped over my tongue. Shaw’s hand danced up my leg, replacing Helios’s grip on my ankle so that Helios could reach down to grab my hip. Shaw’s lips pressed against my ear, tongue tracing the contours.

“And what if..ah...I did?” Each word I managed was a conscious effort; my throat was so dry and raw, and I licked my lips, desperate for moisture. Shaw sensed my need and rewarded me with another kiss, pushing his own tongue through my parched lips.

“Look. Watch him come. ‘Cause once he’s finished, I’ll need your help again.” He shifted himself so that I was propped against his chest again, my head trained downward to where Helios was pumping furiously in and out of me, Shaw’s fingers expertly strumming my clit, his cock pressed hard and hot against my back. I whimpered at his command, not sure just how much more pleasure my body could endure.

I was seeing stars at that point, tears pooling at the corners of my eyes. Every muscle in my body was limp and feeble, and I was thankful for Shaw’s support, as I don’t think I would have been able to hold myself up to meet Helios’s eager thrusts. And when I felt him twitching within, saw his cerulean eyes flash with a silent outcry of ultimate gratification, I came for a third time, my hips lifting high off the mattress and taking him in fully, completely. I think we all cried out together, sweat-slick bodies sliding together effortlessly, as if the three of us were one being. I had never felt more sexy, more desirable, more alive as I did in that moment. It was overwhelming in many ways, and when Helios pulled himself out, leaving me feeling barren and empty, I whined softly, curling myself against Shaw, the tears of euphoria I’d kept in check before now streaming freely.

Helios saw what was happening and sat beside Shaw and I, his fingertips tracing over my shoulders in a sensual, yet comforting way. They exchanged a look of concern, and Shaw covered my ear with his palm, whispering to Helios, “I think we broke her, man. Why’s she crying?”

“She’s spent, Shaw. Look at her. She is tapped the fuck out.” He hooked his fingers around a few damp locks of hair that were plastered against my cheek and pushed them away, then placed an achingly tender kiss on the newly exposed skin. I opened my eyes and found his gaze, my vision blurred but still able to discern his smile, edged with a hint of concern thanks to a furrowed brow. I tapped his chin with my fingertip playfully, my lips twitching into a grin.

“You two lied to me,” I said, fingernails raking the stubble on his cheek.

They exchanged a look of confusion, with Shaw bending close, turning his ear toward my mouth to better hear me. “What did you say?”

“You said it was your first time. But you’ve done this before. There’s no way in hell you haven’t practiced that on another...helpless...victim…” I felt myself succumbing to exhaustion quickly, now slumping into the supportive arms of Helios, my hands clasped together under my chin, head resting against his chest.

I felt the vibration of Helios’s chuckle against my ear. The bed dipped slightly as Shaw stood and stretched his arms above his head with a loud groan, then staggered off to the bathroom. I soon heard the sound of rushing water, presumably from the shower. That soothing sound, coupled with the comforting heat of Helios’s embrace was enough to send me into a deep, restful sleep. When my breathing steadied, Helios slowly, silently slid away and covered me with the rumpled sheet before stepping out onto the balcony, naked, taking in the view of the city below.

After his shower, Shaw joined him, a towel tied around his waist, damp hair tousled and wild. He lit a cigarette and leaned on the railing, blowing smoke rings into the black, starless night.

“Guess there’s a first time for everything, yeah?”

#mr love queens choice #mlqc #mlqc smut #mlqc helios #mlqc shaw #oldie but goodie #although #@_@ reformatting this was a BEAST #UGH my most least favorite of parts

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